Friday, June 17, 2011

These arms like waves

How could we ever feel alone,
blessed as we are
by the ripples in the sea:
the color and the calm,
the salt and the support,
the presence at the bottom of the deep --
the eyes that watch and love,
the nose that breathes our essence in
as a mother sniffs her baby's cheek,
the lips that purse
to blow a gentle breeze
across soul's cuts and wounds;
the heart that lifts and swells
at the sound of our voices,
the tears that flow with ours...
these arms like waves
that hold and rock us finally to sleep.

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